Chapter 3
Every inch of grit from the floor seemed to dig under his scales as he moved back into the main work area. If Selati never saw this hole in the ground for the rest of his life, long or short, it would be too soon. All eyes turned his way when he came to a stop against the edge of the wall they were excavating. Lines spanned the faces of his whole crew, etched deep from exhaustion and too little of the necessities.
Selati smiled as they closed in on him, questions whispered about his injury and if he would make it. Somehow, this ragtag group of constructs had become his friends, bound through the hardship they faced. None of them were from his birth batch, but they were all the family he needed, if he understood the concept right. Humans were notoriously vague on things they thought he’d never have use for. Constructs were mindless animals to humans, after all. The creator, curse its name, saw to that lie.